It’s 4am.. Your 1yr old starts kicking you in the back! Yep he’s in our bed and has been since 12am 😳. I pull a face as I’m all too aware that in 4hrs my alarm is going to go off for the military operation that is getting us ALL ready for church 💒 I surrender “ok Jude mummy will get you milk stay there.” As I get up he begins to cry 😥 so I pick him up and the 2 of us go to the bathroom -what does privacy mean when you’re a mum? I’ve had a mini me in the loo with me since 2008!
After the loo we creep quietly downstairs desperate not to wake anyone else. I leave the light off (to keep him sleepy) so fumble around in the dark sourcing bottle, making warm milk while he attempts to knock over anything in his little reach EVEN IN THE DARK, EVEN HALF ASLEEP😼😾
We get back to bed and as I try to lay him down to roll over and get back to sleep the little pint sized bully grips my neck and forces me to lay beside him awkwardly while he enjoys the white stuff in toddler heaven 🍼 and I struggle to breathe 😰. As he begins to doze off and his grip lessens my door is almost kicked down dawn raid style🚨 by my crying 3yr old who is unsuccessfully trying to gain access into our room 😫😫.
By this point I’ve had enough! I give the hubby a big kick, as in wake up ITS YOUR TURN! 😾😾He is woken (obviously) in a panicked state probably thinking he’s having a bad football dream and has been badly tackled 😴⚽️. He hears 3 words FREJA- MILK-GO!
Hubby leaves…🚸👨🏾👣👣. I prise myself out of the sleeping Jude’s grip I roll over and exhale! Time to sleep 💤 . At that moment my unborn baby decides it’s time to play lets stomp on mums bladder and at that moment in the stillness of the now quiet Torto household I’m sure I can hear through the amniotic fluid and uterus wall my baby laughing at me while saying WAIT TILL I GET HERE MUMMY! 😲😲👶🏾😉😀